Doc took a hamster run on a wheel of paranoia. He was wide open, exposed on every side. His reputation was shit. If they wanted him for a patsy, fuck it, they only needed to send a goddamned meter maid. No need for an extended set-up or charade, Doc was a scapegoat for the asking.

Fourteen Valium had finally put him to sleep, but then he was unable to wake from the nightmare. And it was some fucking nightmare. Usually Doc came out of bad dreams screaming, but in this one, he was screaming going in.